How many children struggle to grow up in their youth when they despise adults, only to later become the adults they look down upon. Many years later, when I looked in the mirror with pride, I lamented my youth and frivolousness back then, saving even the last bit of loss and regret. It's not inevitable, but they gradually got to know each other bit by bit, and they just got used to each other's existence. Growth is always accompanied by too much reluctance, but these are things we will always experience. Then please give me some advice on the next road.